Do You Want No Ads? -

He reached out and tapped the "Maybe Later" button, a small smile playing on his lips. He wasn't ready for the silence yet. It was much too loud.

The year was 2042, and silence had become the ultimate luxury. Do you want no ads?

Arthur’s doorbell rang. Or rather, a jingle for a popular insurance firm played. He reached out and tapped the "Maybe Later"

Arthur sat in his living room, but he didn't see the peeling wallpaper or the dusty floorboards. Through his "Ocular+ Retinal Implants," he saw a gleaming marble palace. However, the palace was currently obscured by a hovering, translucent cheeseburger that pulsed with a neon rhythm. The year was 2042, and silence had become

"I’m fine," Arthur lied. As he spoke, a small disclaimer appeared under his chin in Silas’s view: User’s opinions may be influenced by lack of sleep. Buy 'Snooze-Max' today!

a voice boomed inside his skull. "GET THE MEGA-MELT NOW FOR ONLY 4 CRYO-CREDITS!"

He opened the door to find his neighbor, Silas. Silas was an "Ultra-Premium" subscriber. In Arthur's eyes, Silas was surrounded by a faint, golden aura—the universal symbol of someone who hadn't seen a commercial since the Great Bandwidth Wars of ’35.